Chapter 37

My whole body stiffened as I held my breath. Jonathan's calloused hand rested lightly on my waist, gently tracing along it. "Don't be so tense. Relax," he murmured right next to my ear. I shut my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Moments later, I felt pressure around my waist as Jonathan pulled me into his arms. He sighed and huskily asked, "Faking it?" I stayed silent. He brushed the hair back from my ear and pressed a soft kiss there, but did nothing more. … The next morning, I opened my eyes to see Jonathan sitting on the edge of the bed, buttoning up his shirt with his back turned toward me. An idea popped into my head. "My stomach hurts..." I suddenly said, putting on a pained expression as I stared silently at him. "When Gabrielle comes later, tell her to take me straight to the hospital..." Jonathan paused, frowning as he looked at me. He reached over and placed a hand on my forehead. "How come your stomach suddenly hurts?" "I don't know. I probably ate something bad,"